Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.